The Visit on 10/9/2011 to HMAS Nirimba by part of the Jan 1976 intake 0900 10/09/2011 a convoy of about 10 cars drove through the security gate of the Nirimba Educational Precinct carrying about 24 ex-Nirimba apprentices. For many this is the first time they have returned since their passing out parade in late 77 or early 78 depending on their subject. Most joined on 12 th January 1976 aged from 15½ at the youngest to some who were 17 but we were supplemented by JR’s who had started their training in Western Australia the year before. We numbered about 146 but were quickly joined by around 30 Malaysians being trained in Australia for the Royal Malaysian Navy. In total we numbered 176 and we were the biggest intake Nirimba had seen. Members of Bass Div (now T3) in 1977 On the Saturday of our visit we parked the cars in the car park by memorial garden but quickly continued on foot down the main road Warawara Circ toward the accommodation blocks. We had been told prior that the names of the blocks had been changed but it still took some by surprise. The 2 blocks nearest to the road were always reserved for the new incoming intake (Sprogs as we were known). Torres was on the left and Tasman on the right looking from the road. On that morning, divided loyalties returned regarding these 2 blocks. You see we spent 2yrs in these accommodation blocks but after the first 6 months (1 st term) we moved onto Dampier, Bass, Bligh or King Divisions where we served out the remaining 3 terms. However, from then on our heritage as an apprentice was always linked to that first 6 months away from home as we fondly remembered ourselves as being either a “Torres” or a “Tasman”. Torres on left and Tasman on right We moved on through the accommodation blocks. Some were lucky enough to live in ground floor Dampier Div (which has retained its original name) or Bligh Div (T2C) and were able to peer in through dusty windows into history. My own cabin in Dampier has retained much of its original appearance with the lockers, bunks, wall heaters, and room divider all still in place. This said most of the blokes were horrified to find carpet in the rooms. We all laboured over the vinyl floor tiles … in fact our very existence on earth at that time seemed to revolve around chemically striping the old polish of the floor, buffing all the scuff marks and stains from the tiles then polish, buff, polish, buff until you could examine your pimples in the reflection. We would maintain the floor on a daily basis, do a major buff and polish on a weekly basis but every 6 or 8 weeks a weekend was sacrificed to “make it gleam”. Covering these works of art is sacrilegious but to think they gave later intakes any form of comfort or ease by covering the floor is just too much to consider.
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The Visit on 10/9/2011 to HMAS Nirimba by part of the Jan 1976
intake
0900 10/09/2011 a convoy of about 10 cars drove through the security gate of the Nirimba Educational
Precinct carrying about 24 ex-Nirimba apprentices. For many this is the first time they have returned
since their passing out parade in late 77 or early 78 depending on their subject.
Most joined on 12th
January 1976 aged from 15½ at
the youngest to some who were 17 but we were
supplemented by JR’s who had started their training
in Western Australia the year before. We numbered
about 146 but were quickly joined by around 30
Malaysians being trained in Australia for the Royal
Malaysian Navy. In total we numbered 176 and we
were the biggest intake Nirimba had seen.
Members of Bass Div (now T3) in 1977
On the Saturday of our visit we parked the cars in the car park by memorial garden but quickly continued
on foot down the main road Warawara Circ toward the accommodation blocks. We had been told prior
that the names of the blocks had been changed but it still
took some by surprise. The 2 blocks nearest to the road
were always reserved for the new incoming intake (Sprogs
as we were known). Torres was on the left and Tasman on
the right looking from the road. On that morning, divided
loyalties returned regarding these 2 blocks. You see we
spent 2yrs in these accommodation blocks but after the
first 6 months (1st term) we moved onto Dampier, Bass,
Bligh or King Divisions where we served out the
remaining 3 terms. However, from then on our heritage as
an apprentice was always linked to that first 6 months
away from home as we fondly remembered ourselves as
being either a “Torres” or a “Tasman”. Torres on left and Tasman on right
We moved on through the accommodation blocks. Some were lucky enough to live in ground floor
Dampier Div (which has retained its original name) or Bligh Div (T2C) and were able to peer in through
dusty windows into history. My own cabin in Dampier has retained much of its original appearance with
the lockers, bunks, wall heaters, and room divider all still in place. This said most of the blokes were
horrified to find carpet in the rooms. We all laboured over the vinyl floor tiles … in fact our very
existence on earth at that time seemed to revolve around chemically striping the old polish of the floor,
buffing all the scuff marks and stains from the tiles then polish, buff, polish, buff until you could examine
your pimples in the reflection. We would maintain the floor on a daily basis, do a major buff and polish
on a weekly basis but every 6 or 8 weeks a weekend was sacrificed to “make it gleam”. Covering these
works of art is sacrilegious but to think they gave later intakes any form of comfort or ease by covering
the floor is just too much to consider.
The walkway between the blocks was always a point of “Muster” we would spend much of our time
standing at attention in ranks of 3 facing our
respective blocks being inspected or
punished at all hours for the slightest thing
out of place. It was from here we would also
get paid. Lining up in a mini parade in ranks
of 3 between Bligh and King (T2C and T3C)
facing Colebee Rd and as our name was
called we would step forward, salute, say our
official number and receive our pay packet
(with real cash in those days).
Here too was the only form of
communication with family as the only 2
public phone boxes stood by the steps to the
bathrooms of these two blocks. Today the
steps no longer exist nor do the doorways,
How time changes things! Some of the King Div guys feeling 16 again
Quiet a few took advantage of the offer to step inside T3B but finding nobody in there we kept ourselves
to the ground floor. This of course was a bigger shock than finding Carpet in Dampier and King Div. This
floor had a much higher quality carpet but …And a lift???? Has the world gone completely mad? We left
that building with the knowledge that the world really has changed over the years.
We continued on down Colebee Rd taking in the T4/5 where the engineering branches learned Fitting and
turning. T7 was the old torture chamber (this was often referred to as the sports hanger but the disguise
was very thin). While it was the sports centre then, few of your current students would envisage the
aircraft it once housed nor the impressive C47 or Dc3 aircraft that once sat between T4 & T6 running up
its engines once a week to keep it tip-top. T6 was where the woodwork workshops trained budding
Shipwrights and the Plumbing shop was right down the end of T6.
We finished at T8 known in our day as the MEDB (Marine Engineering Development Building) so many
engines stripped, rebuilt and tested in the cells there. This also was the home of a Garrick Steam engine
often seen chugging on the lawn outside and the Foden steam truck now based in Melbourne. These are
great memories for us all.
Across the road from the MEDB was the old WW2 corrugated buildings which housed the Tech Drawing
School and engineering theory classrooms. One member of our intake actually missed the end of Quakers
Road and continued through the fence there coming to rest in the Tech Drawing classroom.
Returning up Colebee Rd we passed the building we knew as Facility 12 (now T1). This was built during
our last year but not commissioned when we left so was not part of our life here but then onto C21. This
building was completed buy the end of our 1st term so it was used by us for about 18 months before we
left … and the tales it could tell. The current library of course was our dining hall and opposite was the
cafe and Apprentice’s Bar … many of us never reached 18 before leaving Nirimba and as a result were
never able to drink in that bar
(It was very well policed).
The little office up at the Colebee Rd end and opposite the shop/post office seems to have little function
now gives no indication as to how integral it was in our day to day lives back then; but it was the
Apprentices’ Regulating Office where we reported to and had all manners of work and jobs issued to us.
Stranger still is the steps/ramp combination in C21
leading down to the our old bar (now the coffee shop)
Few of the current students would understand that the
ramp is a later addition … My intake in became
somewhat infamous after our passing out celebrations.
Several of the guys with 4X4 cars drove in convoy
from Warawara Rd through this complex and up the
(then) stairs to the Regulating Office and then down
the next set of stairs to Colebee Rd.
Of course many of the doors and the current shop/post
office have been added since and the same feat could
no longer be possible.
The ramp and doors did not exist in 78
We finished the morning walking back up the hill to the gate but
not before stopping to remember the hard times. Between
Warawara Rd and the creek just down hill from the recent
addition to Wyndham High is a small raised grass area. Most
would not notice the distinct shape of a small golf green. It is all
that remains of a 9 hole golf course made in 1976-78. That golf
course was made by hand as a punishment detail for the
apprentices. Bucket by bucket all the dirt came from the creek
near the fence down behind what is now Terra Sancta. It took 3
years and thousands of buckets to make but remains as testimony
of the type of people the Navy moulded us into. The Golf Green just visible under the shadow
I thank you on behalf of all the intake of Jan 76 but also for the many others who pass through the gates to
re-visit this patch of dirt that was once home to so many that it still has its own postcode 2764. While
many of our intake could not make the reunion through commitments elsewhere (at least 6 are still
serving members of the R.A.N.) and at least half our number who could not be located we had a great day